In the soft glow of the hay field, she danced and twirled in the sunset. The field was swollen with the ripening hay - it rippled and churned like a sea of green and gold, ready for harvest.
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AuthorHey there! I’m Noel. An 18-year old living in the beautiful West Michigan countryside. An aspiring writer, horse-crazy country girl, sister of five, amateur photographer, chocolate enthusiast, used-to-be-ballerina, recovering perfectionist, decided introvert, but mostly…a broken mess redeemed by Christ. Thanks for stopping by. Archives
June 2021
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